Sunday, May 19, 2013

Waits in Vienna 1979

“This reminds me of a place I used to work in National City, California, called Spotco Self Service,” Waits says as he leans against a pump. “I worked for a gentleman named Charles Spotco. I was always late for work. I used to stay out at night. I’d come dragging to work, used to get there about ten-thirty in the morning. He’d chew me out and scream at me for being late. He always said I’d never amount to nothing. I never thought I’d be standing in a gas station in Vienna Austria. If I’d of told him that one day, Spotco, I’ll be leaning on a gas pump at a gas station in Vienna Austria, he would have said you gotta be out of your mind.” - Tom Waits Sings and Tells Stories in Tom Waits: a Day in Vienna, a 1979 Austrian Film

 ... was at that concert in Vienna ... his band was onstage for a good twenty minutes when finally he stumbled on looking disinterested & bedevilled ... nothing but a ruse ... the audience was restless ... it was the Vienna Konzerthaus not a bar in the mid-west ... a cigarette dangled from his mouth & a hat tipped down concealing his face as he sat at the piano plunking random notes it seemed before gravelling out a song ...

 ... my first thought was this is a performance art piece ... what a great character ... i was involved in "experimental theatre" after all,  everything was performace art ... then he sang with jerky movements, a slither-slide side step and a death defying concentration ... almost thirty-five years later the images burn into my imagination ... the concert footage of the TV film catches a bit of the scene but not the ethos ... the backstage shot as we the audience that night demanded an encore is incredible ...

... waiting backstage so to speak with Henry Woolf & Susan Williamson before a reading at the Temple Henry turned to me and said "there is nothing like waiting backstage ... few people know what it is like." ... Henry is always young in spirit but my goodness Waits look young & devious in Vienna ...

:: Note :: ... over now ...

Saturday, May 18, 2013


Before fb & twitter & blogging is what it is now i wrote many a post like this.

... Herbert Blau ... knew of him only through his writings. The Impossible Theatre: A Manifesto came at the right time and i continued to read much of what he wrote. His theories attracted me at the start of my studies into theatre in the late sixties ... feel indebted to him & his passing causes me to pause & reflect on all those theatre workers who have shaped my path ...

... the first dandelions came this week ... a true celebration of spring ... await their arrival with patient anticipation ... my grandfather (now repeating myself though should write about Isadore Montalbetti) made dandelion wine & i love their sunny colour & their strength ... they have their season seeming to disappear in the heat of summer ... still each year they bring memories and smiles ...

I stopped.

The joy & discipline of writing/linking/searching/surfing waned. The purpose was never to be read. If another were to read or even comment there was a flushed excitment.

The enchantment at the beginning was to carve out a presence in this mysterious web which gave an illusion of being, despite a largeness, actually quite small. It felt like language could remember & writing "what was" held a little of what was falling away. The posts stood outside of the disappearing ... even traceable. So what? So what does the present hold? Always there was the question of memory. Often the timing was all wrong.

I am in & between leaving with & against inevitably.

I love watching son Stefan stage manage.

:: Note :: ... reading lamants, accusations & elegies ...

Sunday, May 12, 2013


This past term had the oppotunity to instruct "upper year" classes. After an eternity of first year classes was excited. Posting the complete written responses. 

Course Number: Dram 467(02)          
Course Title: Expressive Movement IV
Instructor: Raymon Montalbetti 
Academic Year of Course: 2012/2013 

This class was fabulous to begin with, but as we proceeded the work revealed its meaning and lessons to us. There is no one besides Raymon that could have led us on this journey. I will never forget what I've learned here. Amazing. Thanks Ray! 

This class had a very open structure which was something I was not accustomed to. I enjoyed my time, but sometimes found my attention waning as I didn't know what our learning was striving towards. Overall a very neat experience. 

Raymon is a very unique teacher, one who I think that the department should use more with the higher years. Raymon's class has been an amazing experience, and he is such a patient and generous teacher. 

Raymon is a wonderful soul. He provides an invaluable perspective on the theatre business. He loved each of us and encouraged us. We had very interesting classes, things that we hadn't explored in other classes. It was an invaluable class, a wonderful final class. 

Was a very intriguing approach to working through expression and movement. Very different approach, but so truly wonderful. 

It would be nice to see Raymon teach more upper year classes. 

Raymon's perspective on acting and life is eye opening. I feel incredibly honored to consider myself a student of his. 

Very different but valuable class. Would love to work with Raymon again. 

This class was taught with wonderful heart. I learned a lot and felt it fed my spirit more than anything. Raymon is a true artist who allowed our inner artist to grow. 

This class was great for being free to practice and apply learned movement and learn more new things. 

Course Number: Dram 367(02)      
Course Title: Fundamentals of Movement II 
Academic Year of Course: 2012/2013 
Instructor: Raymon Montalbetti 

This was an amazing class and a wonderful experience. I have learned many things that will help me in the future. I have learned a lot about my body and the movement experience. I am more than happy with this course and hope that others get to experience this class as well. 

Thank you so much for everything Ray. This class has been an incredible journey and we have all grown so much from you and with you. Thank you. 

Ray is an incredible addition to the department. He is enthusiastic, compassionate and genuine. I loved his class. 

The most profound things I have learned about movement I have learned in this class. 

Raymon sparks and encourages creativity and a journey. Hang on to him as long as you can. 

Inexplicably (but not), the best most explorative wonderful exciting satisfying experience and class. Thank you! 

:: Note :: ... teaching smaller numbers was a delight ... am not academically qualified to teach upper year as am dedicated to spending time teaching youth in "lower" education institutions ... still to receive such response was fulfilling ... thanks ...

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Friday, May 03, 2013

Workshop to come

... associology is not highly plotted, but certainly is elaborately structured ... plot, character, setting and theme logic are potential paralysis ... related or corresponding event, recurring image and action are the essential substance of meaningful density ...

repetition is a pattern of associology and also of dream and neurosis ... a condition ... without tradition, without belief the process is that of filling or emptying ...

... associology is breakdown or breakthrough work ... the self is the obstacle ... the only consolation & grace of work is to obliterate or to encompass ...

"Now what?" Is always the question.

Now what? A workshop.

A workshop for creative workers exploring inner aspects of action. Starts with the whole body in space listening to the bones and singing the sound to develop a capacity of open, vigilant awareness. Moves to playing with & devising materials in improvisational time to experience and discover personal impulses of place/practise/action. Finally to encounter ... "Now what?"

:: Note :: ... Thinking about Associology again ... & upcoming WS ...

Thursday, May 02, 2013

Find the lost eye

trees breathe seasons time
not still as boulders
nor rapid as the river
more like tall, tall
grasses waiting

waiting for
a sign
a companion's touch
the whispering wind

if I waited that long
ants would devour me
& the sky would darken
to briefly open crying:

"dance skeleton
dance bitter
before the moon."

it was the bones singing
with the one-eyed snake
my father smiled
from the bellybeast
smashing fists down
shaking his head:

"Find the the lost eye."

for years & years I have
walked trails by the river
listening for ancient stories
the words no one knows
climbing out over the water
seeing nothing beneath
but mud or the sun diamonds

sage & holy strangers,
warriors & birds overhead
I turn & wait another year
to retrieve the flames
under whatever floats
around dancing whirlpools
even under the ice of tears
in this deeper absent sky

"Find the lost."

the uproot pelicans
circle above the weir
each passing spring
it gets harder to know
how much is hypothetical
and how much is ...


:: Note :: ... much gets lost ... more is missed ...

Wednesday, May 01, 2013


Elements towards a Cartography of Training to Performance

sources      vocabulary   environment   structure   interaction
constraints  sequences   transitions      rhythm     exchange
(training)    (etude) (score)           (play)     (performance)
accept         commit         develop          offer          share        
Glyph       Petroglyphs       Practice        Witness         Audience
         substitution to augmentation to modification to redefinition

                                   Three Key Characteristics 
 •Ubiquity       •Intimacy     •Embeddedness •Playingness

:: Note :: ... developed while working on projects a year ago ...